[ I really appreciate you. He's not sure why, so he clears his throat and starts pointing out all the parts of the ship from bow to poop, jokes included, and describes how all the sails have to be unrigged at the same time when they set sail (it's more than his player knows).
[ Still inside the time limit of ten minutes, he nods and hops off the crow's nest to fly down to the deck. ]
You want to go all the way to the bottom first? It's kind of smelly down there.
[ The cargo access stairs lead down into the gun deck, a relatively well-lit and large space with cannons lining the sides. The wood is a warm light brown, worn and creaking with the water, but streaked in bright sunshine through the portholes. ]
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[ He chuckles, trying to disarm his own awkwardness. ]
I haven't even made poop-deck jokes yet.
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[she giggles again. it feels good to relax.]
oh, I can't wait for that.
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[ I really appreciate you. He's not sure why, so he clears his throat and starts pointing out all the parts of the ship from bow to poop, jokes included, and describes how all the sails have to be unrigged at the same time when they set sail (
it's more than his player knows).There's a lot more to see beneath the deck.
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okay! let's go!
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You want to go all the way to the bottom first? It's kind of smelly down there.
[ The cargo access stairs lead down into the gun deck, a relatively well-lit and large space with cannons lining the sides. The wood is a warm light brown, worn and creaking with the water, but streaked in bright sunshine through the portholes. ]